Monthly Archives: April 2011

What is pinhole photography you ask? I’ll tell you. You build a box. Put photography paper in one end. Cut a tiny hole in the other. Keep the hole covered until you are ready to take the picture. Uncover the hole and the light will shine onto the photo paper. You can keep the hole uncovered for as long or not as long as you want. Then you must have a dark room to develop the picture. You also have to know how to develop the picture.

There’s where the problem arises. I don’t exactly know how develop film. So instead I just had fun on this day and told you how to do pinhole photography!

Now let me tell you about the greatest weekend of my entire life.

It started out on Friday. I woke up really early in the AM and watched the royal wedding. I made crepes and mimosas. Crepe Day has really done me right. So we had fun breakfast. I took a really long nap. Went to one of my favorite Mexican restaurants called Fuzzy’s. I went to two different date parties in one night. I went to IHOP at 2 a.m. Went to sleep around 3:30 a.m. I woke up today at 1:30 p.m. I hung out at my house. Went to dinner with some friends. Went to the Norman Music Festival. Had one of the best phone conversations of my life. It was a good weekend. Not to mention that I went to a Thunder game last week and I’m going to one on Tuesday. My last few weeks in college could not have been more fun. Here is the documentation.

We have been friends since freshman year.

These two make me laugh. Lots and lots.

Oh, hey there Natalie!

I can say with large amounts of certainty that this weekend was one of my favorite. I was really busy, which is why my Dad guest blogged. Which was hilarious! You really need to read that. He is a riot. And he was a champ for doing that. I’m sorry that my lack of photography skills prevented me from pinholes, but you got this pictures from before my date party. And I wore a dress that I really liked. Not that that matters to you, but I did.

Sincerely,

I had the longest phone conversation of my entire life tonight. Literally.

PS: Discussion topic. This was a requested discussion. I am a large proponent of sharing meals. But won’t you be hungry only eating half a meal? Of course not. I’m not talking about sharing one meal. I’m talking about sharing two. It’s a brilliant plan. You get to try twice as much awesomeness. If you are at a cool restaurant, with awesome food, (which why would you be anywhere else? Am I right? I’m right) you should clearly want to maximize your menu options. You cannot accomplish this alone. You need a menu buddy, one that is committed to the cause, one that is as daring (or in some unfortunate cases not as daring) as you are in the world of food. Find this food buddy and hold onto them. They will be your new best friend. Now start enjoying twice as much flavor as you were before. Again, am I right? I’m right. Again. So there’s that. My advice for the day. Very off topic, but incredibly vital to your restaurant success.

PPS: I found said buddy.

PPPS: Here’s what I know about bicycles. I went on two bicycle tours in Europe last summer. They were amazing. I highly suggest that if you are in London, Paris, Berlin or Barcelona you take a bike tour with Fat Tire Tours. They are outstanding. Here is a picture of me on my bike in London.

My dear father is blogging for me today. I have things to tell you about bicycles, but I just don’t have time. I’ll explain later. So my dear dad is blogging about what he knows about bikes. So here goes nothing! I’m not sure when he’ll update but it should be hilarious.

Sincerely,

Busiest and funnest day ever.

It’s me…the Dad that uses the dot dot dots. I’ll try to spare you from the insane punctuation, but no promises…

Kate called and asked if I would be her guest blogger…little did I know she was already refused by at least one other family member. It’s sad to realize that you’re a third or fourth stringer, longing to come into the game on a moments notice…

It’s Bicycle day. While usually that would be a yawner for me, I’ve actually had a notable encounter with a bike today.

I was hurrying to the post office today to get a couple letters mailed. I was hurried cause I had a lunch date with Sister Abby at a very greasy diner we call Murphy’s. I noticed a block ahead there was a fender bender in the intersection so I took a quick detour to avoid the mayhem. While zipping around the block, out flew a guy on a bike. I slowed, he cut me off, he offered a drugged glance. I laughed three ways…he was sporting a wife-beater and really short cut-off jeans, he was at least 35, he rode a bike with a banana seat and high handle bars. I guess if your going to ride a bike at 35 that’s how you should do it. Classic.

ps. It was weirdo day at Murphys…saw the most gigantic example of cankles today (you know when the calf and ankle merge as one); I tried to make conversation with the overworked busboy (girl) and was snubbed; Saw three inches of buttcrack in the waiting area. You should try the place…it’s really good.

It’s fourth quarter, gotta go see who the Thunder are going to beat next.

I read that like the phrase “There’s a snake in my boot!” circa Woody the Cowboy. I’m a very big Toy Story enthusiast you know. I thought that this was a fun holiday. I kept a poem in my pocket today.

Also, I love Shel Silverstein. So clearly I chose a Silverstein poem to put in my pocket. It’s called Hug O’ War.

Hug O’ War

I will not play tug o’ war
I’d rather play hug o’ war
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug
Where everyone kisses
And everyone grins
And everyone cuddles
And everyone wins

I think I sort of liked it because it started sentences with and. And I always do that. See what I did there? It was also just a really sweet poem. It seemed simple and nice. I kept this poem that was written in Sharpie pen on a very square piece of paper in my back pocket. No one knew it was there but me. And my totally cool boy toy that keeps his hand in my back pocket. Oh wait….those people are terrible humans.

Terrible Humans.

I’m not a fan of this. I prefer my poems to remain in my pocket unnoticed by others, but that’s just me.

My favorite Silverstein poems are all in Where the Sidewalk Ends. One of the best ones is called Dirty Dan. My Aunt Becky introduced me to this. I’m pretty sure she and/or my mom used to read it in a crazy voice. Here is a brief sampling. Although this wasn’t in my pocket, rest assured that it is awesome.

Dirty Dan

I live in a pen with five hogs and a hen
And three squizzly lizards who creep in
My bed, and they itch as I squirm, and I twitch
In the cruddy old sheets that I sleep in.

If you looked down my throat with a flashlight, you’d note
That my insides are coated with rust.
I creak when I walk and I squeak when I talk,
And each time I sneeze I blow dust

Dirty Dan is yucky. Real yucky, but I love it. There is a very particular way that I say ‘That my insides are coated with rust.’ I’ll show you some time if I run into you.

I’m home safe and sound. The Thunder game was incredible. Absolutely incredible. I decided at the last minute to get tickets and go and my ticket was only $40. My sweet friends were kind enough to let me ride with them to the game and even ended up sitting with me! Prior to the game we had $3 burgers and $2 beers. It was insanely cheap.

The game was outstanding. I have been to some really fun sporting events. The OU/Texas Tech game three years ago. OU/Texas this year. But this Thunder game was potentially one of the most exciting events. First of all, it’s so good for Oklahoma City to have a professional sports team. It’s boosting the economy. It’s bringing people together. Ok, so I work at the Chamber of Commerce and I am currently very pro OKC.

However, I really underestimated what time I would be getting back to Norman. I figured I would get back around 11:20 p.m., plenty of time to blog quickly. I was wrong. I got back at 12:20 a.m. And then I got to chatting and now I’m blogging. I apologize for my lack of time awareness. My handy-dandy WordPress iPhone app helped out immensely.

Now for the holiday. It’s Morse Code Day!! Morse Code is the dot and line system that was used for telegrams way back when, way back when what… I don’t know, just way back when. My sister sent me Thunder Up in Morse Code while I was at the game. I laughed. She is sort of hilarious.

– …. ..- -. -.. . .-. / ..- .–. translation: Thunder up.

To me, Morse Code is like auditory Braille. Am I right? Am I right? I’m right. The website that translated that for me also played the audio of what it would sound like. Ok, fine. Here’s the link. I’m the link!

Feel free to send people messages in Morse Code. Here’s a fun story! When I was in high school I took German as my foreign language. It was insane. My teacher was a riot and the people in my classes definitely “German Club Kids”. However, my teacher would let us watch any show that had any German relation or that we found dubbed in German. For instance, we watched Sound of Music in both English and German, we watched Back to the Future in both English and German, we watched a lot of Hogan’s Heroes and we watched U-571. U-571 is about German U-boats in World War II. Matthew McConaughey is the lead. But in that movie, someone gets captured. They tap on the side of the submarine in Morse Code so the other ship can hear them. So there you have it folks, Morse Code!

Change of plans. Today is Hug an Australian Day. I had planned this day out back (outback haha I’ve got jokes) in January when this blog was just a little baby. There was a girl that worked at a church in Norman who was from Australia. She was going to get a hug from a stranger today. A hug that was about 4 months in the making. Well, today rolls around and she moved! What to do?? Australians don’t grow on trees. Especially in Oklahoma. So I brainstormed. I texted Courtlyn. If anyone was going to know someone from Australia it was going to be him.

Low and behold Courtlyn had a solution. Here’s the thing, the hugging candidate is not exactly from Australia. But he is from New Zealand. Let me state it here and now, I am not trying to compare the two, they are very separate countries. However, based on land mass proximity alone, New Zealand is the closest substitute for Australia.

Aussies and Kiwis, I can only assume, don’t like being mistaken for each other and I’m not here to start a turf war. But work with me today! I live in Oklahoma. That is not close to Australia. At all. And Russell Crowe backed out at the last second from Hug an Australian Day and I was in a pickle. Sorry.

Just out of curiosities sake, I Google maps’ed my address to P. Sherman 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney, Australia. The results were hilarious. Apparently there wasn’t a plane option, so it calculated my time in a combination of driving and kayaking. Yes, you heard me kayaking. Kayaking across the Pacific Ocean.

Thanks Google Maps.

It also has me kayaking from Hawaii to Japan and Japan to Australia. No wonder my expected travel time was 55 days and 18 hours and I was only traveling 15,424 miles! I’ve decided to forgo my current job search and kayak to Australia. Fun fact: I can do an Eskimo roll in a kayak and a wet exit. Or at least I used to be able to.

So it’s 11:23 p.m. I am yet to hug the New Zealander. It might not happen before midnight. So I’m posting now. But it’s in the works. I will update my hugging picture as soon as humanly possible. Thanks for understanding.

I like penguins. I think they are very interesting creatures. I watched Happy Feet (not that impressed) and March of the Penguins (couldn’t have been more impressed). They are fun creatures. Movies just love having penguins in the cast.

The movie Madagascar had the most hilarious group of penguins.

They look feisty. Real feisty.

And now they have their own show. Not that I’ve watched it. I never watch cartoons or kids shows. I don’t think Phineas and Ferb is funny. I’ve never seen iCarly. I don’t have a crush on Spencer from iCarly. I’m glad we cleared that up.

One of my favorite movies is Mary Poppins. The scene where Bert ( I love how Julie Andrews says the name Bert) makes his pants sag and dances with the penguins is one of the best. Oh! You did want to see that! Good. Here you go.

I don’t expect you to watch all of it. However, Dick Van Dyke couldn’t be cuter. And I have no idea where Michael and Jane ran off to during Bert and Mary’s penguin tea party. I’m sure they were merry go rounding or something like that.

I graduate college in approximately 19 days and when I say approximately I mean exactly. So in 19 days I will put on a graduation gown and hat that wasn’t made to stay on top of anyone’s head. It’s the closest thing I have to a penguin suit, considering I don’t have any black tie affairs to be attending in the near future. And even if I did I wouldn’t be wearing a tux. Graduation will have to do.

Speaking of, I had my first senior/graduation event tonight. My sorority had senior night. We had so much fun getting to hear everyone’s post grad plans and laughing together. We were not in any way penguin related, but we did have fun.

I love holidays. Clearly. But widely celebrated holidays are great fun because I feel like I’m not the only one celebrating. We usually do the same thing every Easter. We get up, we look at our Easter baskets, we eat candy, go to church and then go to Hillcrest for lunch. Hillcrest is the country club in Bartlesville.

This year was nothing different. However, it was cold and rainy today. Which doesn’t bode well for celebratory feelings. But it is Easter and Easter is a time of happiness and resurrection. It’s an incredible day. Church this morning was so so good. And being home is just good in general.

We went to eat after church and we had 31 people. 31 is a lot of people. It was my immediate family. My mom’s parents and my dad’s mom. Both aunt’s in-laws and families. It was insane. But I didn’t sit at the kids table! Although, I love the kids table. I have really great cousins and siblings. Here are some pictures from today at lunch.

All the girls in our family used to be blonde, Betsy and I are the only ones left.

Jane and I have a habit of cooing at each other. We are strange humans.

These are my people. I like my people.

The Cousins.

Easter was lovely. My mom still give us Easter baskets…I mean the Easter Bunny. The Easter Bunny was always the least believable mythical holiday character. But in my basket this year was new perfume and lots of candy. Swedish fish. Sour Patch Kids. The multi colored Tootsie Rolls. All my favorites. It was a good day.

It’s me, Kate!

I believe in love. True real make your head spin love. I like parties. I think you should put lipstick on at all hours of the day. I adore holidays of all kinds. I don’t like throwing ribbon away. I like invitations. I enjoying being surprised by my TiVo box. I have a chicken pox scar above my left eyebrow. I like the song Your Body is a Wonderland, and not in the ironic kind of way. I have a favorite pair of underwear. I have never eaten the suggested serving size of hummus. I want to be Elaine Benes when I grow up.

But mainly I just believe in love.

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